First Love

He knelt and placed her on the blanket. "You're so beautiful," He whispered as he trailed a finger around the edge of her bikini top. He slid his warm hand behind her back, untying the bow, and pulled the triangular material out of the way. He trailed kisses over her collarbone and making a path with the tip of his tongue he sucked, licked and rolled her beautiful nipples. 

"Little Holly berries," he laughingly called them, making her blush again. He kissed across her ribs and down to her bikini briefs, nipping at the edge with his teeth, pulling them down inch by slow inch. He made her laugh as his fingers travelled down her hips over the super-sensitive ticklish zones. He made her gasp when he pushed her legs apart, and he buried his face into her soft silky down, and then kissing the joins between body and legs, his tongue wriggling around her. She squirmed and pushed herself up to him, his hands on her bottom, holding her up to his mouth. She sounded like a wild bird calling to her mate, tiny squeals of wanting and then triumphant calls of delight.

"You're the first man to do that to me," she said as she lay recovering from a blistering orgasm, he kissed her. "I'll always remember that." He said stroking the tendrils of hair out of her face. "I'm honoured." He said, meaning it.

 God she was so beautiful, it would be hard to leave her, but she was one of the few he would always remember.

"Let's eat." She said, sitting up and pulling her bag towards her. She sat naked, cross-legged on the blanket and dished chicken breasts and French bread, brie and tiny tomatoes out to him. 

"What do you do when you aren't here?"

"Work in London. It's just business, can be deadly boring." He didn't want to get into that conversation, he was so enjoying being with her, she still had no idea who he was, and he certainly wasn't going to tell her.

"What about guys, do you have a boyfriend?"

She bit her lips, "Oh, that's a tricky situation with me at the moment. There was someone, but as I was waiting for him the last night, I was told later that he was happily mauling the biggest tart in the several villages we have round here."

"He stood you up?" Marco asked his mouth falling open in disbelief. "What an absolute fool! Don't you ever forgive him, don't see him again, he's not worthy of you."

He couldn't see her again, even though he wanted to, this was just a moment in time, and something he would remember forever. Holly cleared the lunch away, and as Nick got comfortable on his back, she straddled his legs. "You seem to have far too many clothes on."

She pulled at his black T-shirt, he helped to pull it over his head. She put it up to her face breathing him in, memorizing the scent of him. He watched her, daring herself to do mind up as to what was to come next.

Decision made, she unbuckled his belt, unfastened his jeans, he toed off his trainers, holding her hips so she wouldn't fall forward when he brought his knees up. In seconds he was as naked as she was. He was beautiful, dark golden skin, black hair like a forest trailing over his stomach leading to his cock, spurring up, from the juncture of his groin. Her eyes sparkled when she glanced up at him.

She licked her lips, her eyes on his, reading his anticipation. Letting her eyes drop and gently holding him with one hand, she pointed her tongue and wound it around the top of him, and he growled low in his throat, reaching to touch her, lifting his hips wanting to push himself into her mouth. He held her hair out of the way so he could see what she was doing, the fresh air and her red hot mouth, making beautiful sensations.

Holly savoured every second of this, she sucked and flicked with her tongue, hands and mouth working together, she heard him making sounds, sharp breaths, growling. His hands were on her shoulders, squeezing, trying not to hurt her. She took all of his releases, licking him clean. When she took her mouth off him, she was laughing aloud. 

"That was fun." She said, curling up at the side of him. He wrapped her into his body, kissing her neck, trying to recover from probably the best blowjob he had ever had.  

They lay in the sun murmuring, she told him about her family, about how her mum had met her dad who was in the army, 

"She has a pile of wonderful love letters all tied up in blue ribbon. People don't get love letters anymore; it's all boring emails and texts." Marco laughed, "But where would we be without computers these days? I agree with you, though, love letters are special. I'll send you a love letter." He told her kissing the back of her neck. He flipped her over to face him. He was hard again, wanting to be inside her now.

  Oh shit! No condom. "Holly we seem to be in trouble here. I wasn't expecting to find a horny wood nymph on my walk; I have no condom,"

She put her head on one side and gently took him in her hand. "I'm on the pill, and I don't have an awful disease. Do you?"

He was finding it hard to talk "No," he gasped, "it's mandatory in my company to get a test every six months." He wrapped his arms around her rolling her over. I got my results back the other day; I'm clean." She smiled up at him. "Be gentle." She whispered as she wrapped her legs up around his hips and guided him in.